I used to work in a shop in Solvang where busty Scandinavian women would juggle pancakes in an area visible through windows. The tourists would stop and stare. The men would drool, and the women would say, “Oh for heaven’s sakes, let’s get some breakfast.”

All the hearts I drew in grammar school were lopsided. Not quite as lopsided as the mitten cookie cutter, the thumb would be a bit more swollen. Like when I accidentally slammed my thumb in the lid of my coffin. ♥

I have often said and I must say yet again “the only difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits”. Mistaking a mitt for a heart shape, mistaking cookie cutters for egg/pancake rings once again proves the genius of my statement.

Of course, the stupidity of it is that I keep on saying it, hoping that some of the stupid might read it and think “Oh, this applies to me. I should shut up now.” Yeh, right 🙁

The ad poster could be my mother-in-law, who once bought “Christmas cookie cutters at at great price” as a present for one of our nieces…. MiL was not happy at our guffaws and pointings-out they were Star of David, shofar, and dreidel shapes. Sister-in-law (gift recipient’s mother) later showed us a Santa cookie creatively patched together from those molds.